Andrea's a Devil

That Andrea’s a devil. Would you ever guess a pointed tail lies well-hid underneath her dress? And don’t you know it’s with red that she paints her hair? (Camouflage for two horns covered up in there.) While good folks are dreaming of mansions. . . .she is not. She’s just basking in the sun where it’s nice and hot. Thinking she’s some unicorn sipping at a brook. Instead, she’s in her bed with. . . a grisly horror book. And her fascination with numerology; Now doesn’t that sound “fishy?” Or is it just me? Acting like a little imp almost every day, she becomes annoyed if life is more work than play. Whining on the internet of her small bad luck while her hubby busts his butt driving semi-truck. Yes, Andrea’s a devil And I ought to know ‘cause she made me write this poem just to tell you so! *inspired by my desire to do a parody on Linda Marie's poem she wrote for me, "Andrea's an Angel." (this one is much closer to the real me!)